(1) Is an unfound clue still a clue…?
Clue pounded,
Into the grounded,
At myself astounded,
Back it was rebounded,
As usual I am confounded…J
(2) Death micro-waved…
Warmed over,
Night out on the town,
Sick as a rover,
Even with sunglasses I frown…J
(3) Heck in a hand basket…
The worlds gone cafluey,
The country has gone all gooey,
Cities are happy with Louie’s,
To eat one must chewy,
For sex one must screwy…J
© ed ~ 4/19/06